The Five Clues

Chapter Six

*AUTHORS NOTE* okay so this chapter is a little bit.. sloppy?  I wrote this chapter a few weeks ago and I barely had time to edit it. I've been busy with after school practice and a couple of other stuff, so has my sister. Enjoy!

Trixie Korn

It's been a few days since I had woken up Ben to go shopping with our mom. Ever since that day we have been going shopping non stop. Mom took us to store after store, buying us expensive ass clothes which got me wondering what kind of job she has.

I wasn't really mad about going to school anymore, if anything i was actually starting to look forward to it. I realized that sometimes it's good to be trying or doing something new in life. I spent most of my life playing with my twin brother and mom that I guess I didn't want that to end. But if I keep wishing for the past to be the future I don't think ill ever move on. So starting public school might actually help me in some kind of way.

Not knowing what else to write I carefully closed my journal, running my hand over the soft Christmas tree as the cover. Mom had given Ben and I twin journals for Christmas two years ago. She wanted us to practice writing our thoughts out on paper for some random reason. She made us write once a day at noon, but we never really did. Only pretended too.

I starting writing in the journal only a few months ago. To my surprise it actually helped. I imagined Ben laughing at me if I told him I write in it now. Me being the girl I am would probably punch him slightly hard in the gut, but that would just start a fight so probably not.

I leaned back into my chair and stared out the window into the dark night. Tomorrow will make it a day 'til Ben and I go to school. No more sleeping in. No more online school programs. Everything is going to change.

Groaning in frustration I grabbed my pen and squeezed it, tightly. Every anger I was holding in since mom had told me at dinner was coming out.

I gasped loudly, my eyes wide, as the red-inked pen snapped in half between my hands, making a loud popping sound.

How on earth did I do that?

I looked at my now red covered hands, my mind trying to find a logical explanation. I must be dreaming. I thought. I wasn't even grabbing it that hard.

The red ink had started falling down onto my clothes. I shot up and quickly ran to the bathroom to wash my hands.

Not wanting to wake anyone up, I carefully tipped toed back to my room, slowly and carefully shutting the door.

I sighed and made my way to my bed, dragging my feet. Flinging onto the bed, I got comfortable and soon drifted off to sleep.

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"No, no, and no." Ben said firmly, snatching my controller out of my hand and choosing the Overwatch tank character 'Winston'.

"I don't want to play him!" I complained taking my controller back. I wanted to change to Hanzo but I knew Ben would just snatch my controller again and change it into a tank.

Right now it was about six pm, Ben and I were playing Overwatch for the last time until we get bombarded with homework. I wanted to use the character Hanzo but Ben was being an asshole and forced me to play tank. I couldn't blame him though, I am a great tanker.

"Well too bad, Trix- NOO! Screw you Reinhart!" He had just gotten killed. I laughed holding my stomach while trying to play the game with one hand, only to end up jumping off the map which made me laugh harder.

Ben was so competitive when it came to playing video games which is why I loved trolling him and sometimes "throwing" the game.

We had lost that game but played three more before mom came and told us it was time for dinner.

"Are you excited for school tomorrow?" She asked us smiling, as she sat down at the head of the table. I was looking down at my food, vegetable soup with chopped up baby carrots on top, but I could tell she was staring right at me, waiting for me to answer.

In reply, I shrugged my shoulders and took a spoonful of the soup, cringing at the saltiness. I didn't want to let mom know that I was actually looking forward to going to school, but glancing up and looking at Ben, I could tell he knew I was. I hated how easily he could read me.

"Well," My twin brother started, picking at his food. "I'm excited for it, but kinda nervous." His eyes flickered to me but quickly went back to our mom. "I'm gonna miss being homeschooled."

I frowned. Not in confusion, but in disappointment and pity.

Ben has always been like that. Not so confident in the things he does. I don't know why. Ben is the most smartest, hilarious, and amazing brother anyone could ask for. He may not think that but I do, and I bet mom does too. I don't know why Ben thinks so low of himself, but I hope he comes to realize that he's awesome.

And that, as twins, we are both great.

Well, I can be better. But don't tell him that.

Dinner ended quickly after that. I took a quick shower then changed into my sleeping gear. I jumped on my bed, purposely messing up the neat sheets I had fixed when I woke up. I wrapped my arms around my fluffy pillow, hugging it tightly. My whole body froze as I remembered what had happened early this morning.

The red ink.. I slowly let go of my pillow and backed away from it as if it was going to rip in half if I moved too much.

Sighing in relief when I was completely off the bed, I walked over to my desk with a need to write in my journal.

I picked up the pile of clothes I had on my desk that I use to hide my journal, only to see that my journal was not there. I frowned.

Did I leave it on the ground? I thought, instantly dropping to my knees to search. It wasn't there.

"Okay," I muttered to myself. "Think, where could it have gone?" I cautiously walked back over to my bed, searching for my journal under the bed sheets.

It wasn't there.

My heart started to race. I had written all of my deepest secrets and thoughts in there.

Okay. Okay. It probably fell behind my desk, there is a big space between my wall and desk anyways. I hesitated to walk over there, not knowing if my journal was going to be there or not.

"I'm probably just overreacting about this." I told myself, hoping to find truth under those words. I barely got any sleep last night, maybe that's just what I need.

I climbed onto my bed, telling myself that it's okay over and over. I tried my best to fall asleep knowing that I had school the next day, but the feeling of loss would not stop biting at me.

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Okay tysm for reading! Sorry that I havent uploaded in about two weeks. I'm trying to write some chapters off head but the writers block is hitting me hard. I'm going to be editing the first couple of chapters. 

I've been thinking about making my book third point of view. It's still going to be on someone's point of view but instead Im telling the story. The next chapter is Noah's and I wrote it in third pov. I think it went really well, but im asking you guys if you want it. tysm

Until later~ Goat